Little Sip of Sin (Creature Cafe, #2)

by Clio Evans

Even the darkest of creatures had a yearning in them— a yearning to be cared for. To be loved.

Holy fuck, I wanted to do really bad things to both of them. The type of things that a priest would drown me in holy water for.

I’d be able to hold Kat in my jaws. A shot of pleasure ran through me, and I groaned, the image of her riding my tongue making my balls squeeze.

“I’m going to breed him fucking raw,” he rasped. “And then I’m going to take you, little kitten.”

“Get on my fucking tail. Now. If I have to ask again, I will punish you!” Dracon snarled.

“You knotted her?!” I asked, exasperated. “She teased me,” he moaned, tipping his head back.

You’re about to be almost nothing more than my sex slave. Same for Dell, too. But don’t worry,” I said, standing up. “I’ll take care of both of you. Enjoy the ride, kitten. I’m going to go finish the spaghetti.”

There were three things Mr. Dragon-Bastard didn’t know about me. One, I refused to be degraded as human. Two, I wasn’t going to be commanded like a dog. Three, I knew kung fu.

“Good girl,” he whispered, nuzzling my neck. “You’re such a good girl, cumming around my knot. I can feel you dripping out. I can feel your entire body taking me, drinking my seed. Yielding to me.”

Biscuit stared into my soul as the girl droned on about how amazing she was. I was now convinced Satan had a long lost pet, and this was it.